The
dark angel sits
On
the branch of a tree
Looking
at the people
Once
he could cheat them
Now
he feels his life is threatened
The
new media has robbed him
He
cursed the day of its invention
He
can't fool the people as he likes
Once
he could do as he pleases
The
cronies will help to spread the messages
Nobody
will know his backdoor strategy
He
likes the old ways; he dreams of it too
Now
his eyes turn red
Crying
for the losses he suffers
The
end game is knocking at his door
He
has to take flight before it is too late
The
people are gathering storm
They
want the change in their lives
They
aren't going to live in lies
They
want back their country and her values
The
dark angel takes flight
He
cries his tears of sorrow
As
he looks down on the people
He
knows he has stayed his welcome
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